Doug Blair

(April 6,1951 / London, Ontario, Canada)

Immeasurable


Do you dare measure

The limits of Jerusalem

Scope of her reaching

Or gleaming of her light?

You with the rod

Of heartless feet

And inches

Tallies and tokens

To gauge her worth aright?

Pointless this plan

To weigh the sum of mercy

Sobs of relief

Or joy of family found

Words of Messiah

That promise constant keeping

Purpose and plenty

To all on Holy Ground.

Better you view

A single act of kindness

Savour the smell

Of Jesus drawing near.

Tend to the marvel

Of widows’ love rekindled.

Delight in laughter

Of children freed from fear.

(Zechariah 2: 1-5)

Submitted: Sunday, June 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

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